He saw Harry Feversham at his side. Feversham's
face was working and extraordinarily white, his eyes were bright like
the eyes of a man in a fever; and Sutch at the first was not sure that
he knew or cared who it was to whom he talked.
"I might have been out there in Egypt to-night," said Harry, in a quick
troubled voice. "Think of it! I might have been out there, sitting by a
camp-fire in the desert, talking over the battle with Jack Durrance; or
dead perhaps. What would it have mattered? I might have been in Egypt
to-night!"
Feversham's unexpected appearance, no less than his wandering tongue,
told Sutch that somehow his fortunes had gone seriously wrong. He had
many questions in his mind, but he did not ask a single one of them. He
took Feversham's arm and led him straight out of the throng.
"I saw you in the crowd," continued Feversham. "I thought that I would
speak to you, because--do you remember, a long time ago you gave me your
card? I have always kept it, because I have always feared that I would
have reason to use it. You said that if one was in trouble, the telling
might help."
Sutch stopped his companion.
"We will go in here. We can find a quiet corner in the upper
smoking-room;" and Harry, looking up, saw that he was standing by the
steps of the Army and Navy Club.
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